Iryna Paikoush
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A Wand is Better Than a Wish
What makes a great franchise? A great book series. And what makes a great book turn into a great series? The world that the author creates and the depth of how much the reader is invested into the story. Fantasy is sometimes laughed at as a genre and in life, ridiculed for not being real enough so why bother becoming invested in something that cannot be true? But that's the point, fantasy is an escape. It let's us dive into a completely made-up world with none of the same rules, ramifications, consequences or limitations of our reality, in order to escape our reality, even for an hour of reading or 120 minutes of screen-time.
By Iryna Paikoush4 years ago in Journal
Charlotte's Second Act
This big red monstrosity was the only thing Charlotte knew for the last 20 years of her life. To most people it was just a red barn that served as the location and namesake of her burgeoning company, but to her it was once a lifeline. The suggestion that someone wanted to buy Red Barn Bagel Co. was a mixture of elation and devastation, excitement that she had built something so big that someone wanted to buy it out and she could start new adventures elsewhere, and devastation that the literal barn and birthplace of her company were also no longer belong to her.
By Iryna Paikoush5 years ago in Fiction
A Golden Connection
Joe drank his coffee and the smell brought back memories; A cup of Joe for my little Joe, his mother used to say to him. She named him Joe for that very reason, it was an Earthly phrase that his grandfather used to use and it always made her think of him. He thought of her as he washed his cup and returned to his locker to suit up for day 3 of the sub-station cleanup project he and his team were finishing.
By Iryna Paikoush5 years ago in Fiction
Chicago
I peel out of the train station’s side exit with about 200 other people and pour into the fast moving stream of commuters on Madison ave as we all cross the bridge over the river. I keep straight for several blocks, keeping the same quick pace and unaverted gaze that only someone who walks the same path each morning could while my music blasts in my earbuds. It’s now 6:50am, and I've been awake since 5:00am. The temptation of using Uber instead of the Red Line pops into my mind, but I'm not a Rockefeller, so I take the same cross street as always past the McDonalds on Randolph and walk underneath some scaffolding that will likely be there for the rest of time. It’s still early, so it's mostly me, the homeless and an occasional few others on each street. I’m making the usual early morning work calls, calling each person on my list until someone picks up and I talk them through the tasks for the day.
By Iryna Paikoush5 years ago in Motivation
